Isolation

Mike and Molly

"Hi!" A chipper voice greeted Mike in the morning. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," he groaned at the stranger. She smiled and handed him a mug.

"Made you some coffee."

"Thanks?"

He didn't know whether to thank her or kick her out of his house. She seemed to notice what he was thinking about because she wiped her hand on her skirt and held it out to him.

"I'm Molly, by the way," she smiled. "We've never really had a proper introduction."

"Mike," he said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I've heard a lot about you, you know? Those boys really love you. Micky, Davy, and Peter, I mean."

Mike nodded but still wasn't very pleased with her here.

"I'm sorry, but do we know each other?"

"Yes and no," she said with a slight shrug. "You and I have never exactly met, but I know about you. The boys talk about you all the time."

"How do you know...?"

"Your brothers?" She smiled, blushing lightly. "Well, I've actually been going with Davy for a little while."

"Oh, yeah? How long?" Mike asked, unamused. This wasn't exactly the first time he's ever heard that before.

"Almost 5 months."

That was the part that surprised him. Davy was known to bring girls over every few days, saying "she's the only one for me," until he found someone new. This same Davy stayed with her for 5 months. Wow.

"How did I miss this?" He asked, more impressed and proud than upset.

"Uh...I don't know if you know this, but you had a lot going on at that time, Mike." Molly cringed as she said that. Mike frowned, waiting for her to elaborate what she meant, but shrugged it off when she didn't.

"Oh!" She said suddenly, pointing up. "Before I forget, Peter and Micky are gone. Davy had to go a little bit earlier, too."

"Gone?" Mike asked, eyes widening. He could feel the room close in a little bit tighter on him.

"No, no, no! It's not like that," Molly smiled. "Micky and Peter just went to work. Davy actually didn't tell me where he was going, just that he had to run a few errands."

He nodded, shakily, unsure of what she was talking about.

She nodded again, looking down as she thought of something to say.

"Well, I'll be here in the meantime if you need anything."

Mike sat down on the couch with his coffee and she got back to work in the kitchen, preparing something special for when the other Monkees came home.

*20 minutes later*

Mike frowned and stood, beginning to wander aimlessly around the pad.

"Is everything alright?" Molly asked, following him from a distance.

"Fine," he said, squinting at the headache forming. "Micky? Davy? Peter?"

He called out their names but got no response.

"Guys?!"

She could see he was becoming stressed and wasted no time before jumping in.

"Mike? Mike?"

"What? What?"

"They had to go," she frowned. Didn't she tell him that?

"Go...?"